by Iona Rose
In the library, I shut the door behind us.
Ella opened her mouth to say something.
I covered her mouth with mine and crashed her body against mine. I groaned into her mouth as our bodies were pressed intimately against each other. I swiped my hands over her hardened nipples and she gave a low sexy moan. I slid one hand between her legs and cupped her pussy.
“Please Luke,” she cried.
The heat from her pussy seared my hand and I groaned, imaging my cock sheathed by that heat.
“More,” Ella moaned against my mouth.
I dipped my hand under her dress and pulled her wet panties to the side. She was wet and ready for me. “Were you thinking about my cock during dinner?” I growled.
“Yes.”
Animal noises came from my throat before I captured her mouth again, and slipped my fingers into her wet pussy. She clenched and unclenched her pussy against my fingers and I increased the pace until she was grinding against my fingers.
I wished we were alone. I would have thrown Ella over my shoulder and carried her to my room. She had become an addiction. Her pussy had entranced me. I needed it on a daily basis and if possible, several times a day.
A sharp knock came on the door, startling us apart.
“Luke!” Penelope’s sharp voice called.
Her shrill, annoying voice penetrated my lust-soaked brain. I leaned into Ella and kissed her on the mouth. Then I arranged my cock and opened the door. “I needed to set Penelope straight and send her on her way. “Will you wait for me in my bedroom?” I asked Ella.
She nodded.
I kissed her lightly on the forehead and went out the door.
Penelope was waiting for me, a strange expression on her face.
Fuck no, she’s jealous? “We need to talk,” I said coldly.
We stood facing each other in the living room, her gaze locked on mine. Then she licked her lower lip and batted her fake eyelashes seductively.
I recognized the move. How could I have ever been taken in by her obvious ploys?
“It used to be so good between us, can you remember?” she asked.
Ella had gone up to her room by now, I mused. She was probably playing with herself to relieve the ache I’d left unsatisfied right at this moment. My cock started to stir at the image of her doing this in my mind. Ella sprawled on her bed with her legs thrown apart.
“Luke?” Penelope snapped.
“Huh?” I hadn’t heard a word she had said.
“Weren’t you listening?” she demanded, her eyes narrowed with irritation. “You used to do that a lot. Let your mind wander while we were talking about something important.”
I snapped my attention back to her.
Her face had turned to an ugly shade of pink.
“Penelope, we need to talk about what’s going on here.”
She shrugged. “Nothing’s going on. I’m just trying to be a good mother to my daughter.
I nodded. “Please don’t think you can do any more than that.”
Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
“I mean. Don’t for one second, imagine that we could ever get back together.”
“What if Molly wanted it?”
“Not even if Molly wanted it,” I stated firmly.
She laughed. “Well, you sure told me. I got the message loud and clear. Do you mind if I finish my drink before I go?”
“Not at all. Since you’ve been drinking, I’ll call an Uber ride for you.”
“Thank you. I’ll collect my car tomorrow.”
I sighed and followed her into the living room. One drink and she was gone, but today was the last day I would allow this. After today, she would come in the afternoons to see Molly and be gone by dinner time.
It seemed like hours before Penelope finally left. I shut the front door and bounded up the stairs.
I stopped to check in on Molly.
She was sleeping peacefully with her thumb firmly stuck in her mouth. I was tempted to pry it out of her mouth, but the last therapist to see her had said to leave it. She would stop it on her own when she was ready. Besides, she never sucked her thumb during the day. Only at night, in bed.
I shut the door and stepped over to my bedroom, but Ella wasn’t there. I went over to her bedroom and opened the door softly. The curtains were open and the moonlight cast a silver glow on Ella’s face and hair. I edged closer and peered at her face. She wore a peaceful expression and a hint of a smile on her lips.
Ella could only be dreaming sweet dreams. Good people dreamed of good things. Regretfully, I turned away, internally cursing Penelope for ruining my evening. Had she not overstayed her welcome. Or even better, if she’d left us to our evening routine, Ella and I would have slept wrapped up in each other’s arms.
In my own bedroom, I stripped off my clothes and slipped between the cool bed sheets. It would have been selfish of me to wake Ella up. Sleep didn’t come easy, but as I drifted away, I felt a warm body press against my back.
I moaned, feeling sure it was a dream, but enjoying the feeling nonetheless. Until the dream wrapped its slim, soft hand around my cock and stroked it lovingly.
My cock roared to life from the loving attention. I inhaled Ella’s scent before seeing her. My throat thickened as she stroked my rapidly hardening cock. I reached a hand behind me and grasped her thigh. It felt satiny soft. I needed more. I turned to face her. “If this is a dream, I don’t want it to stop,” I murmured as I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her close for a kiss.
I kissed her without rushing, tangling my tongue with hers, and nibbling softly on her lower lip. I dipped my head to her neck, kissing and nuzzling her until her moans became interspersed with giggles.
“I should punish you,” I said to her while enjoying the sound of her giggles.
“What for?” she asked lazily, as she stretched luxuriously, her deliciously naked body teasing mine.
“For falling asleep in your own bed. We had a date.” I played with her wonderful nipples as I spoke, palming them with my thumbs and watching them grow with my touch. I loved her sweet nipples.
“I’m here now,” she whispered.
“Yes, you are,” I said and sat up. I tugged at her legs and she slid onto her back. I caressed her inner thighs, going higher and higher. Her scent was intoxicating, a mixture of sex and heaven. Instead of caressing her pussy with my hands, I buried my mouth between her legs.
“Yes,” she gasped.
And I went into starving beast mode. I parted her thighs wide open and teased her slit with long slow licks.
“Fuck Luke!” Ella cried. “I love your tongue.”
I chuckled softly. I would make her love my tongue even more if it was the last thing I did. That way, she wouldn’t go looking for another job. I could just keep her here with me and Molly then we’d spend the rest of our lives pleasuring each other.
“I’m going to make you come hard, my sweet Ella,” I said.
She cried out when I sucked her clit. Hard. I then soothed it with soft licks from my tongue and then went at it again.
“Please, no… yes!”
When Ella’s words stopped making sense, I knew she was close to orgasm. I teased her with feathery flicks of my tongue, then without warning, I pushed my tongue into her pussy and slick wetness gushed out.
“Yes,” Ella cried, raising her hips and burying my tongue deeper into her pussy. She grabbed my head with both hands as her legs shot into the air.
I replaced my tongue with my fingers, and as I pumped my fingers furiously in and out of her pussy, I sucked on her clit.
When she came, she screamed.
“That was out of this world,” Ella said when her trembling subsided. “Now, I need your cock.”
“You’re an insatiable woman,” I growled, arranging myself between her legs.
I slid my cock into her slick wetness easily and groaned as it was enveloped by an envelope of heat and wetness. The pressure built in me to unbear
able proportions and I pumped furiously, conscious only of Ella moans of pleasure.
I held on just long enough for Ella to come, then I shot a load of cum into her pussy, a primal grunt escaping my mouth as I came.
Afterwards, Ella lay sprawled on my chest, her mound pressed against my thigh.
I smoothed her hair as we relaxed in the darkness. “Are you still working on your designs?” I asked.
“Yes. I have to draw. It’s like a compulsion,” she said.
It was the same for me. Even though the firm had employed enough architects, so I could just concentrate on the overall direction of the company, I still took on new projects myself. I loved coming up with the concept, drawing it on paper or computer and then liaising with the clients.
Without that, I felt lost. I understood what Ella meant. It also confirmed something I had been playing around with in my mind. I wanted to do something special for her. A small token to show our appreciation for what she had done for us.
She hadn’t just taken care of Molly, she had made us a family. She had helped Molly and I become close. “You told me that your dream was to go to fashion school,” I said.
She turned her head towards me. “You remember. Yes.”
I felt her stare on me. “Well, I’ve been thinking that Molly and I would love to do something special for you, just like you’ve done for us.”
“You’re paying me to do it,” Ella said.
“You know you do a lot more than that. You can’t put a price on the love and attention you’ve given Molly.”
“Thank you for saying that. It really means a lot to me, but you don’t need to do anything extra,” she whispered hoarsely.
She was an easy woman to fall in love with. How many women would say no to the offer of a gift like this? “Nope, saying no is not allowed. Molly and I want to pay your college fees for a course in fashion and design,” I insisted.
She went absolutely still. “I can’t let you do that.”
I stroked her cheek. “It’s already decided. There is nothing you can say or do that will change my decision. Your job is to identify a college and start the application process. Oh, and we’ll cater to your expenses while you’re studying.”
Ella burst into tears.
Ella
As I pushed Molly to and fro on the swing, her laugh filled my ears and made me smile. When I first became her nanny, she didn’t even smile. Now she was laughing like a normal child.
I couldn’t wait to see more of her emerging from her shell. So many good things had happened to me and sometimes, I felt like I was living a dream. Once, I had believed I was one of those people whose life never really aligned with their dreams.
Now, thanks to Luke‒even though I hardly dared dream of getting into fashion‒was about to come to fruition. I couldn’t remember being as excited about the future like I felt now. Penelope’s presence still grated on me, but now that I had something else to focus on, I tried not to let it bother me so much.
It also helped that Luke did not seem interested in the least to get back with Penelope. That ship had sailed a long time ago for him.
I had zeroed in on two colleges with intensive two year courses and sent applications to both. Now, I would just wait with my fingers crossed that one of them would accept me.
Meanwhile, I kept myself busy with Molly, my designs, and playing with Luke.
My phone vibrated against my thigh. I dug into the pocket of my jeans and pulled it out. I smiled with anticipation. Luke liked to send me dirty messages when we weren’t together, or even when we were but someone else was with us.
I swiped the screen and raised it up at a better angle to read. Then stared at the message in dismay. A cold ice formed in the pit of my stomach and my blood went cold.
Sorry I went silent.
Had a few things to take care of.
But now I can concentrate on you.
“Oh, God please,” I murmured. “Not again.”
I reread the message and searched around us. I saw no one watching us or behaving suspiciously. I tried to think rationally. The last time I’d gotten a weird message, Ruby had convinced me it was likely a wrong number.
This one destroyed that theory. Whoever was sending me messages knew exactly what they were doing. And they knew the recipient of those messages. Me. I forced myself to continue pushing the swing as if nothing had happened even though all my instincts were screaming at me to run like the devil was after me. No way, would I show him I was afraid of him.
Fuck him. And his stupid messages.
We stayed until it was almost lunchtime. Only then, did we walk back home. I kept Molly’s hand in mine the whole way. As much as I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing back again and again, to see if anyone was following us.
Back at the house, Molly rushed to the backyard to say hello to Bean. We had taken him to the park once and he’d almost gotten lost. After that, we left him at home, free to roam in his enclosed space in the back.
Later, we ate lunch and then at exactly two in the afternoon, Penelope came.
She had a bag with her. As always, she did not bother greeting me, but she did throw in some information. She was planning on spending the weekend with us. In the hallway, she narrowed her eyes and stared at me. “You could take the weekend off if you want. I don’t think we’ll need you.”
I knew what she wanted. She wanted to have Luke all to herself, perhaps even show him how it could be if they were a family again. Penelope wasn’t a fool and she had probably sensed that there was more to Luke and me than employer and employee.
"I'd have to clear it with Luke," I said to her. "He’s my employer, after all."
She cocked her head to the side. "You're an odd one. A lot of people would jump at the chance of a weekend off, but not you. Unless..."
"Unless what?" I asked, though I knew where she was going.
"Nothing," she said and strode off.
I took Molly up for her nap and while she slept, I tried to work on some designs, but I couldn’t. I felt restless and jittery. I glanced at my phone every few seconds. At one point, I switched it off and then turned it back on again, a minute later.
Maybe I should tell Luke. My insides clenched at the thought. It wasn’t fair to involve him in a matter that didn’t concern him. Stan was my business and I had to find a way to deal with it, without involving Luke.
I jumped from the bed and strode across the length of my bedroom. I went to the window and looked out at the street. I knew Stan was out there, planning how to make my life a living nightmare.
I forced myself to look at the situation calmly. What was he likely to do? Probably nothing. Stan was violent, but after a bad stint in prison, I agreed with Ruby. He wouldn’t risk anything that would put him back there. His plan was most likely to frighten me by turning my life upside down.
Well, if that was his plan, he had another thing coming. I might have been that person before but not anymore. He wasn’t going to frighten me with text messages and subtle threats. I would ignore his messages until he got tired of sending them.
I wasn’t going to let Stan drive me out of my mind. Not when my future had just started to look bright. For once, I had something to be excited about. I'd started to believe I could follow my dreams and make something of my life.
Being with Luke and seeing him follow his own dreams had inspired me. I had also learned how a man should treat a woman. He treated me with respect and he cared for my opinions. It sounded so simple, but that in itself had shifted something inside of me.
It made me believe in myself and I now believed I had the capability of being whatever I wanted to be.
These last few weeks working for Luke and taking care of Molly had opened my eyes to a new way of living and thinking. Like a curtain in my brain had been opened and showed me life could be paradise on earth. Human beings were like flowers. Flowers need water, and humans need encouraging words. I got that from Luke. He encouraged me to go back t
o college and most importantly, he made me believe I could do it.
I remember once confiding in Stan that I wanted to be a fashion designer.
He had stared at me open mouthed with disbelief, then burst out laughing. "You've got to be kidding me! You, a fashion designer?" He'd doubled up in laughter and then proceeded to mock me for weeks by sarcastically referring to me as Ella Wang because he knew I admired Vera Wang.
Needless to say… that had been the end of that and I had pushed my crazy dreams to the back of my mind.
I had allowed Stan to mess with my head once. I would not let it happen again, I thought fiercely. I smiled when I spied Luke’s car coming up the drive. He was home a little earlier than usual. I was about to bound out of my room when I remembered Penelope was here.
I ran a hand through my hair and adjusted my dress. Not that it mattered. Luke had seen me at my best and my worst.
Minutes later, a knock came on the door and the doorknob turned.
Luke peered in, and all my worries evaporated.
I smiled back at him. He entered and shut the door and locked it. My heart pounded wildly as he closed the gap between us.
"My sweet Ella," he said.
"Hi," I said shyly.
He slipped his hands around my waist and lowered his head to kiss me.
I inhaled his scent and shut my eyes, enjoying the feel of his mouth against mine.
He pulled back after a moment. "I checked in on Molly. She's asleep. She must have been very tired."
"We went to the park," I told him.
Luke lowered his head again, and kissed my neck.
I giggled when he touched a sensitive spot.
"I didn’t know you were ticklish there," Luke said and went for the same spot.
I tried to push him away and when that didn't work, I curled my body and slipped out from his grasp.
Our horseplay ended up with Luke lying on top of me on the bed. He smoothed my hair away from my face and stared down at me.
He looked so sexy in his work clothes. An expensive looking grey suit, a white shirt, and a tie. I imagined what his employees would say if they saw him now and giggled.
